Tag: It is easy being green


In striving for fulfillment, seeking light, She almost overlooked the golden blonde, For brilliance oft confuses, blurring sight. Throughout her teenage years the buds so slight, Wee blossoms rose from lush and limpid ponds, She sought fulfillment, ever seeking light. Against the glistening of the… Continue Reading “Buttercups”

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